Lmao what the fuck
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Lmao what the fuck
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If your life is made worse by the system you don't need some nebulous 5 dollar word to articulate it. Look at the price of insulin, dawg. Look at what insulin is. Pay or die!
It's not a bad line at all. It puts the onus on Israelis to explain why equal rights is bad
The Mechanical Turk might have been a fraud but at least the fucker played chess
Can't wait for him to emerge from another 12 hour snuff film bender muttering about how terrorists deserve to die
There is this weird "malicious overcompliance" from them that you normally see from people who thought they had the answer but are told they are wrong. Ever notice that? I don't know how else to describe it. "Mom please don't put spoons on the table" "oh fine I guess I'll never put spoons on the table time to eat soup with a fork."
It's very telling that their literal flesh and blood family ties wither and die on the altar of them continuing to yell online about how the country is ruined because "they" de-sexified the green M&M
These people never even deserved the families they lost.
Having a good relationship is next to impossible if you can't love and accept yourself so these dudes are fucked. The right wing indulges emotional immaturity and hostility and a rejection of evidence. Who could have predicted that the side whose premise is most accurately summarized by Ayn Rand's solipsistic response to her own death ("actually I'm not dead the world is dead fuck all y'all!") would suck ass at the basic quid-pro-quo of being a partner.
Print this out and use a staple gun to mount this to the forehead of any motherfucker who breathes the words "purity politics" when whining about people who insist that members of this ostensible political party HOLD A FUCKING PARTY LINE.
If they were useless they'd be more helpful. They're actively harmful.
So go you too, Joe
Yeah I really don't know how to feel about it
It's honestly a topic that could drive me to tinfoil-hatsville
Josh Hawley is what happens when a poor farmer, desperate to be a father, wishes upon a falling star for a son. The star, pitying the poor farmer but lacking any foresight, granted the gift of life to a wilted stalk of racist celery.